a farewell
My grandmother (my Father's mother) died last night.
She is the greandmother who recently developed dementia, and I visited in the retirement village.
Apparently she fell down, and they took her to the hospital as a precaution, and she collapsed in the ambulance, and fell into a coma.
She was on an oxygen machine till our half of the family could make the three hour drive to see her, and then they unhooked it.
After that she passed away fairly quickly and without waking up.
Everyone was agreeing that she had been ready to go, and this was how she wanted to go. Quictly, quickly and painlessly, with her family there.
I hate seeing my father cry. I can still remember him crying when his father died, and I was only about 4 or 5.
I still haven't quite figured out my own head on the topic. I'll probably post more later.
She is the greandmother who recently developed dementia, and I visited in the retirement village.
Apparently she fell down, and they took her to the hospital as a precaution, and she collapsed in the ambulance, and fell into a coma.
She was on an oxygen machine till our half of the family could make the three hour drive to see her, and then they unhooked it.
After that she passed away fairly quickly and without waking up.
Everyone was agreeing that she had been ready to go, and this was how she wanted to go. Quictly, quickly and painlessly, with her family there.
I hate seeing my father cry. I can still remember him crying when his father died, and I was only about 4 or 5.
I still haven't quite figured out my own head on the topic. I'll probably post more later.